Sun chokes the atmosphere

Sun chokes the atmosphere
Moon dies and takes
the truth and breath of you
Stars inscribe the sky
and determine
who’s alive…
What are your dreams?
Ask your heart
and put an old wish
to the slaughter.

Wild is the conspicuous green grass
that tells itself
to reach the stardust smell of spring.
Old is the key
that keeps away the chains
and charms unfathomed
to open a new gate
As you wear another’s
beating heart
melting in
and dripping of blue lust
Not knowing when
to destroy the dark
and say:
I am saving the meat
of my dreams for you!

Art by Konstantin Koborov.

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She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made.
Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing...
In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates.
She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, laugh, smile and drop a line here, or on her email.

Yeah, typo, 🙂 and I did not see it until you told me. Shame on me!! 💜 I don’t know how this happened, I must be very tired, as I always check my work a hundredfold.
Let’s blame my dual nature. One day I have got the eyes of a hawk, the other day, I am as blind as a bat. 🙂
C’mon! 🙂 💜
Thank you!

I believe God has the power to put blinkers on us so we don’t see things. Happens to me all the time. Part of my “necessary mistake” theory. Then other things unfold from that.
Just the way I see things. It makes mistakes more meaningful. 🙂 And Lord knows, I make a lot, no matter how many times I’ve read something over!

As always, you are very nice, dear Michael…
I agree, when God put blinkers on my vision (inner and outer), when not even my inverted eye sees anything, I halt and ponder. And I look for my freedom (I brag about) and follow my heart and mind’s paths. Usually they lead to a corner of “city” wilderness where I can find it 🙂 and the beauty of the world enfolds as glee- spangled veil.
Mistakes are always meaningful. Not necessarily because they teach something, but because they allow us to see the other side. 🙂 The flawless.
Thank you! 💜